?

Light that plays on my head

Makes me wise

Dappled in sunlight the colour of

blood, we live and we thrive

In heat and in cold. Beyond

the years that do so boldly

beset us with misery, we aspire

For higher mysteries than these,

and we would die like a flock

of grounded geese drowned

In the muck of the earth that

was our home for time past

and time to come.